Afterglow of the First Handjob, But It Doesn't End...
[Sure, leave it to me. It's not a big deal at all.]
"Yes, thank you so much."
I set my phone down and let out a sigh.
I just couldn't leave Yang Hye-in, who was asleep in my bed right now, all by herself.
So I'd called Dam Si-ah and asked her to handle homeroom dismissal for Class F.
If things kept going like this from day one, would I end up with a bad reputation?
I glanced out the window.
The sun was slowly dipping toward the horizon.
"Yawn..."
So much had happened during the day.
On top of that, the unexpected bathroom cleaning had left me more exhausted than I realized.
A yawn slipped out before I knew it.
I wonder if she's sleeping okay.
When I peeked into the bedroom, there she was—curled up under the covers, sleeping soundly like a little foal, a spare set of clothes clutched in her arms.
I tossed the clothes she'd brought onto the table.
Then I lay down on the bed beside her.
I gazed quietly at her, still lost in dreamland.
Carefully, I reached out a hand.
"Mm..."
I gently smoothed her golden hair, warm like sunlight, with my fingers.
The foal let out a contented breath and shifted in her sleep.
To think such a pretty, cute girl was my student.
Lying next to a charming beauty like her could stir up strange thoughts,
but somehow, it felt like looking at a little sister I'd just changed into a fresh diaper.
Thank goodness that let me treat her normally.
Well, "normally" for a female teacher—except in the second half of that handjob, when I...
"Don't think about it... don't think about it!"
I clutched my burning face and flailed my legs wildly.
What the hell had gotten into me?
I was just supposed to give her a necessary handjob, but I got caught up in the mood and whispered weird things...
Would she remember what I said? Would she think I'm a creepy teacher?
I kicked at the air like a madwoman until I wore myself out.
Then I flopped down beside Yang Hye-in, pillow under my head.
And once again, memories from that moment flooded my mind.
A futanari... my first time seeing one.
It was monstrously huge, like an extra arm attached—thick, rigid as a stone pillar...
Yet its color was pure white and soft pink, mismatched with the savage size.
The smooth, flowing curve of the shaft, the cherry-red tip...
It was definitely a dick... but a woman's dick.
Just like how faces differ between men and women despite the same features,
or bodies differ despite the same limbs.
This dick felt nothing like one on a man's body.
Thanks to that, I could give her the handjob without hesitation.
The sensation still lingered vividly in my hands.
Overwhelmingly thick—too big for my grip—thrashing like a wild horse in my palm...
Recalling it sent a tight squeeze deep in my lower belly, making me clamp my thighs together.
Even with this woman's body...
When I first saw Yang Hye-in's futanari dick, two thoughts crossed my mind.
One: This is a woman's.
And the other:
How far inside me would this go?
Did becoming a woman naturally shift my thoughts when seeing a dick?
If I couldn't return to my old world and had to live here forever, would I end up taking something like that inside me someday...?
But no matter the instincts of this female body, I'd die before letting some dark, hairy guy's thing pin me down.
Anything but that...
"Teacher Yeon...?"
"Ah, yeah. You're awake?"
Caught off guard, I startled and turned to her.
No trace of that gloomy face from the old school building lingered in her sleepy, blinking eyes.
I brushed her messy bangs aside.
She immediately burrowed into my arms, hugging me tight.
Seeing how deeply she relied on me made my chest tingle, a smile tugging at my lips.
"Teacher Yeon, that thing... it's really gone now, right?"
"Yeah, vanished without a trace."
"...Will it come back?"
"If it shows up again, I'll help you out just like today."
Yang Hye-in smiled faintly and nodded.
"Teacher Yeon, um... why did it happen? I've never had anything like that before—"
"W-well, I don't really know either."
"Sigh..."
She nuzzled into my chest for a while, then lifted her head, voice damp as she asked cautiously.
"...Teacher Yeon, you don't think I'm weird, right? Like a monster or something."
"What are you talking about? You think I'd see my own student that way? Sure, I was surprised at first, but I've been through plenty of unbelievable stuff no one else would buy."
Plus, I might even be the cause of it.
But with no way to explain, I just hugged her tight.
"You're not weird. It was just a bizarre phenomenon that happened briefly. And... it felt good, didn't it?"
I mimed a handjob gesture.
Her face flushed crimson, and she burst into giggles.
"It felt so weird."
"Weird how?"
"Um... like, it... the d-dick... uh..."
"Between us, let's call it a carrot. Sound good?"
I suggested a euphemism since she couldn't say "dick" easily.
She nodded eagerly.
"The carrot felt all tense and full of power, but I couldn't control it, so it ached and hurt. Then when you grabbed the carrot, it got even harder, and I felt this shiver, like tingles all over..."
I felt her arms tighten around me.
"When you... did that to the carrot, everywhere your hand touched burned hot... my body shook on its own..."
"And at the end?"
"...I'm not telling."
She glared cutely, but her flushed ears and ragged breaths gave it away.
Well, I knew the ecstasy of ejaculation anyway.
She read it on my face—no point hiding—and pouted.
"From midway... I don't really remember. ...But your arms felt so warm... and your touch was really, really good. That's clear."
"Really? Glad to hear it."
Thankfully, she didn't resent me for the handjob.
And about the futanari dick—the carrot—she feared the phenomenon itself, but the memory wasn't all bad.
With an ejaculation that massive, the pleasure must've been insane.
No wonder if her impression stuck as "incredibly good."
I'd worried she might get addicted to her first taste of dick pleasure,
but her shy demeanor eased that fear.
"Anyway, Teacher Yeon, thank you so much. You must've been shocked and scared..."
"It's a teacher's duty to help a student in trouble."
"...Did you get that from a drama?"
"Busted?"
"Kinda."
We traded jokes, bursting into laughter.
But deep down,
a faint disgust stirred toward myself for feeling proud after helping her.
Hadn't I lost my precious little sister? Was I just comforting myself with another girl?
To drown the stinging pain, I hugged Yang Hye-in even tighter.
A few days later, morning homeroom.
Class 2-F now had two empty seats.
One was Go Yeon-hee, still absent.
The other: Yang Hye-in, sleeping in my dorm right now.
Is it really okay to leave Go Yeon-hee like this?
"Hye-in's still not feeling well, so she'll rest today. I'm keeping an eye on her, so don't worry too much."
After roll call, I shared the update.
The class stayed quiet, no real reaction—
except Kang Hee-ji, who shot her hand up.
"Teacher Yeon, is Hye-in really sick?"
"Huh? Oh, no, not like that... She's mostly better, but we're monitoring her for a bit."
"Can I visit with some treats, then?"
Kang Hee-ji bounced like a puppy eyeing a fun game.
Jeong So-hye's gaze sharpened from the back, manga in hand.
But ignoring that—facing Hee-ji's sparkling, innocent eyes—I gave an awkward smile and shook my head.
"Probably not."
Yang Hye-in was staying in my dorm, marked as sick leave to the academy and "at camp" to her parents.
We needed to figure out what triggered the futanari transformation for daily life, sports, friends—everything.
So I had to turn down Hee-ji's sweet offer.
"I get how you feel, but rest at home is best right now. Okay?"
"Yeeeah..."
Hee-ji lowered her hand sheepishly, then raised it high again.
"Oh right! Teacher Yeon, when do field studies resume? I have arrest self-defense practice today—if you watched..."
"Sorry. Not till Hye-in's fully recovered."
"R-right... yeah..."
Hee-ji's face fell, hand drooping slowly.
Her beaming smile from being my "first student" overlapped with this pouty one, stabbing my heart.
As homeroom ended and she headed out, I called her back.
"U-um, y'know..."
I stammered like a girlfriend who'd messed up.
Unable to stand it, Hee-ji planted hands on hips and flashed a cheerful grin.
"It's fine, Teacher Yeon. You're busy with everything—I was asking too much. Don't feel bad."
Nothing hurt more than a kid holding back a tantrum, pretending to be mature.
And it mirrored my little sister's face during our tough times too closely...
I grabbed Hee-ji's sleeve as she turned.
"H-hey? I still don't know the academy well... Got questions... Wanna come to my dorm sometime?"
"R-really? I can?"
"Of course. Not now, but... next time..."
"Yay! That'll be so fun!"
Her face lit up instantly; she hugged me tight and started hopping.
A bit dizzying, but seeing her this happy confirmed it was the right call.
"When? This weekend? Or Friday—"
"I-I'll check my schedule and let you know."
"Got it, Teacher Yeon!"
With a tail-wagging grin, she bolted from the classroom.
"Hey, you! No running in the halls!"
"Sorryyy—!"
"Jeez."
Hearing her dash down the hall and a teacher's sigh, I let out a soft breath.
The excuse for Hye-in's absence was working, but the real issue started now.
I stopped by the academy mart for basics and headed back to the dorm.
"Teacher's home, Hye-in."
Opening the door, silence greeted me.
Still asleep? Or... something wrong?
"Teacher Yeon...?"
Kicking off my shoes, I spotted wary golden eyes through the bedroom door's slight gap.
"Teaaacher!"
She flung the door wide—
and for some reason, stark naked, tackled me.